Me and my girl.
We walk down the beach.
I always thought that she’d be just out of my reach.
You know that girl.
She’s an american beauty queen.
I wonder what she’s doing with an ugly guy like me.
And they can condescend.
Just like the falling rain.
But we’re on the tail of a shooting star.
A shooting star that’s never seen again.
I saw that angel on a Monday afternoon.
Carrying her books on her way home from school.
I said don’t be afraid.
I’m not the monster that I seem.
Let’s get on this rocket ship and we can share a dream.
Baby hold on.
Here comes the hereafter.
Will it take long?
Well I have the answer.
It’s no.
A thousand miles an hour puts us there Saturday.
And maybe we can start today.